Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1531

It was obvious that Abigail and Taylor were rivals.

"Hey, you two!" Helen raised her voice, almost betraying her real tone. Quickly clearing her throat, she continued, "It's not time to work yet—let's not disturb everyone's break!"

As soon as she spoke, both Taylor and Abigail froze.

Taylor tossed the cookie box back to Abigail. "Here, take it back! I'm not that desperate!"

"Ugh! You've already eaten half of it! You'd better apologize with your life!" Abigail shot back, shoving the box into Helen's arms before charging after him.

But Taylor was already a step ahead, sprinting away. He stood about 15 feet away, saluting playfully with his fingers raised to his eyebrows. "Farewell, ladies!"

With that, he took off running.

Abigail stomped her foot in frustration, yelling at his retreating figure, "You jerk! If you're so tough, why run away?"

Taylor playfully shook his head and sped off, quickly disappearing through the entrance.

Abigail was left seething, glaring after him in frustration.

Helen couldn't help but tease her. "Ms. Fitzgerald, you and Mr. Xander seem to have quite the rapport."

"What rapport? There's nothing between us!" Abigail shot back defiantly. "I'm only spending time with him because he's rich and clueless, and at least he's generous with his money. Otherwise, I wouldn't give him the time of day!"

"Sure, whatever you say," Helen replied, seeing through Abigail's facade but deciding not to press the issue. As she repackaged the cookies, she noticed Abigail's outfit. "Did you ride your bike here, Ms. Fitzgerald?"

If Kaylee had business here, why hadn't she mentioned it to him earlier?

Feeling unsettled, Abigail decided to park her bike in the underground garage.

Meanwhile, Helen followed the directions she had found online, taking the elevator to the 12th floor. As she rounded the corner, she spotted the logo of Elevate Contractors. The reception area was elegantly decorated, perfectly embodying Xander Group's aesthetic.

After introducing herself at the front desk, she was promptly escorted to the manager's office.

The manager looked utterly dismayed, as if Helen had somehow offended him. As soon as the receptionist stepped out and closed the door, he threw a stack of documents at her.

Nonetheless, his aim was off; Helen didn't flinch, and the papers sailed past her without making contact.